Denver Colorado, 1977.

Robin was a relaxed and carefree guy. He's the "cool" type some would say. But when it came to beating bullies asses, he was the guy, which made him quite popular, other then that he was chill. BUT when it came to you it was quite different. You were Moose's younger sister, which already gave you a bad impression. You were snappy and a smart-ass. He was never tempted to hit a woman but he felt pretty damn close to at times, but if he did he wouldn't hear the end of it from his mama. Not that he would if that wasn't the case. You would mostly just bicker.

It was seven in the morning and Robin was beating Moose's ass (again) after the fight, Robin shoved Moose to you and growled in annoyance.

"Tell your bitchass brother to get the hell off me before I break his nose again."

He hissed.